Val Langford

Joined May 2021

4 stories

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word and dog lover. coffee addict. Yes, I avoid rehab.

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Come Clean
What did we even fight about? Now that I had cooled off, I couldn’t even remember. That was the only bad thing about our arguments: I could never remember why we fought. I knew she would bring it back up when I got inside, but I kept quiet until then.
By Val Langford4 years ago in Fiction
Falling in Love
It is a cold Thursday afternoon with a broken heart and chicken nuggets sad sniffles and uncharacteristically happy giggles
By Val Langford4 years ago in Poets
Too Beautiful
She filed her nails in the parlor corner, rolling her eyes as he turned the radio to John Coltrane once again. She didn’t see him looking at her eagerly, hoping she would stand for a dance only to be disappointed once again. She hated Coltrane and he knew it, but he still hoped that she would change.
By Val Langford5 years ago in Fiction
Cannonball
The morning sun had already risen and cleared the sky of most of its greying clouds. Deep blue was visible to the tree line in the distance. Parked on the corner of Blythe Road and Old Highway 6, I shut off my car and waited for a tractor to pass by before I opened the driver’s side door and got out. This was not the first time I had come here to clear my head; it was my favorite place to release all my thoughts.
By Val Langford5 years ago in Fiction